My Baby
Detached.
That's what Genevieve felt at the moment, since Rhett spilled what was in his heart to her weeks ago she hadn't been herself.
She knew her father would be dead by now, she hadn't seen him, and neither had she left their room but she had this guts feeling that Rhett must have killed him.
She remembered the hateful look in his eyes when he was talking about her father and how he barged out looking mad out of their room she knew her father wouldn't live through that night.
But she didn't want to think about it, she didn't want to think about her husband killing her father but that was her reality and nothing would change that.
She has been stuck in her room for the past few weeks, doing nothing but wallowing in self-pity and she hardly eats. She tried to eat but the moment anything went down her throat they came right back up. She became a frequent visitor to the bathroom and would spend almost the whole day there.